The couple and him turned me on. Maybe it was the danger radiating off Kazimir’s perfect face. Perhaps it was the fact that he looked mad, but not enough to sling me off the roof. And I was so grateful. . .so grateful I would have loved to give him some.
Stop it.
This was bad. The moonlight wouldn’t hide the fact that my eyes were probably dilated with lust.
“Little mysh,” he whispered, and I wondered what that word meant.
I hope mysh means “Hey, we’re friends again.”
He brought those cold eyes to me and gave me a wicked smile. “You like your privacy?”
“Yes.”
“Turn around.”
Damn it. No. I don’t want to see the sex.
Regardless, I did as he ordered, putting the live sex right in front of me.
Within the glassed-box, the dreadlocked man now thrusted into the redhead. The man’s sculpted ass flexed as he stroked. It was beautiful. Two lush bodies sliding and moving together, completely erotic and dripping with sensuality.
Fuck.
My nipples tightened almost in pain, not understanding why they couldn’t get in on the fun. I inched backward into Kazimir, and it felt good to be so close.
Fuck. I’m too horny for this.
I got ready to step away.
Gripping my hips, he moved closer, pressing his chest to my back. The thickness of his cock pushed the high rise of my ass and the dip in my spine.
I wasn’t foolish enough to think his erection was for me. There was plenty of reason for him to be turned on in a brothel. But still, his cock pressed into my ass, and there was no doubting the size and power.
I tensed, unsure of how to act or what to say. Never had I experienced this before. Many gangsters had tried to dominate me, but none had done it with sex. They did it with yelling and threats, even guns pointed right at my face.
But this method, I didn’t know what to do with.
How did he know this would knock me off balance?
Kazimir didn’t try to hide the erection as he whispered against my ears, “You like your privacy, but you don’t get privacy with me.”
His words should’ve thrown me on edge, but with the sex in front and his hard body behind, I felt sandwiched between lust. I yearned to fuck—anybody—at that moment.
Kazimir—of course—was at the top of the list.
“You’re too important to me now.” He moved in closer, letting his front mold into my back. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I shuddered, melting into the hard contours of his chest.
And the damn sexy couple continued to play their sensual scene in front of them. Her chest rose and fell on rapid breaths as the man gave her long strokes, rocking his hips and clenching his muscled ass.
My panties moistened more. I yearned for Kazimir to touch me and slide his hands up my body, cupping my breasts. My shoulders rose and fell with my labored breaths, anticipating the feel of his hands on my body.
“You want to hide from me, Emily?” His words danced down the curve of my neck, delivering tingles along the sensitive flesh. “But we’re friends.” He placed both of his hands on my hips. “Friendships take time and energy to grow.”
My heart hammered in my chest. My nipples pebbled in pleasurable pain.
“Do you understand now, Emily?”
I didn’t mean to, but I moaned my answer, “Yes.”
Gripping my hips harder, he breathed me in.
“Very dangerous.” He brushed his lips against my ear.
And then to my surprise, Kazimir stepped away.
What?
I should’ve waited for his order, but I turned around in time to catch him, running his fingers through his hair with desire blazing in his eyes.
Fuck. Maybe this isn’t just about dominance. He looks ready to fuck me too.
I really wanted to look down at his cock, but I forced myself to remain straight with a neutral expression. There was no need for him to know how much he was affecting me.
Silent, he gazed at me for too long, shoving me off edge.
I felt naked in front of him.
“Hmmm.” He raised one hand in the air and snapped his fingers.
The couple’s moans stopped behind me. There was shuffling and rustling. Minutes later, the nude couple scurried out of there too.
Kazimir and I were the only two people left in the moonlit place.
Even his guards were on the other side of the wall.
Finally, he cut the silence. “The man that brought you here will be your personal guard. His name is Luka.”
I don’t need a damn guard! But. . .you didn’t ask so. . .I’ll just keep that to myself.
“You’re too smart.” He placed his hands in his suit pants. “You disappear within minutes. Change looks within seconds. Too smart.”
It was just a wig. I’m not the Master of Disguises.
As if he heard me, he responded, “It doesn’t matter. Luka will sit in your living room when you’re home. And when you’re working, he’ll be in the gallery’s lobby. And when you want to take a nice long walk, he’ll be right beside you, helping you enjoy the sunny day. Think of him as your shadow.”
I murmured, “Okay.”
“We’re friends, Emily.” He curved those wicked lips into a smile. “It would make me feel more comfortable, if you were safe at all times.”
“I understand. I’ll do anything to make you feel more comfortable.”
To my surprise, he licked his lips.
Not the reaction I thought I would get, but. . .okay.
He slipped his gaze down the front of my jacket as if his eyes could open the garment. But then, maybe it was all my imagination because I surely wanted him to open it.
No. He’s too dangerous for a fling.
He raised his eyebrows. “Do you have any questions?”
I was surprised he’d even asked.
Well. . .I’m horny now, thanks for that. So. . .I’ll probably do a quick hook up from Tinder. Where does Luka hang out during my sexy times? Will he be sitting in one corner of the bed watching?
I shifted my weight to one foot, trying to figure out a way to ask him.
“Say it,” Kazimir said. “You definitely have a question on your mind.”
“When I’m. . .on a date with a guy, will Luka still have to be with me?”
“Let’s leave that question for when you have time for dating.” Kazimir shrugged. “For now, you simply don’t have the time. Our new arrangement will keep you busy.”
And how long will this new arrangement last? How long will you have my brother?
Before I could ask, he glared at me. “Don’t disappear again.”
I nodded.
“Being my washer has become a dangerous job,” he continued. “It would be smart to be with my men the whole time.”
“Of course.”
“Besides, there’s talk of a serial killer in the city.” He studied my face again and then turned his attention to my braids. “I really like your hair this way.”
And with that, he left me on the roof top, horny and in shock.
Okay. I’m still alive, and he’s even more dangerous than I thought.
And I didn’t know what had knocked me off balance the most, his orders, the sex on the roof, or the fact that he’d pressed his cock to my behind and never offered more.